Dragon-Marked War God

“Puff—”

Jiang Zhenhai spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale. He was sent flying back three hundred miles, the qi and blood throughout his body nearly bursting out.

Because he had borne the brunt of it, Jiang Zhenhai’s injuries were quite serious. Xuan Qingming and the other two fared somewhat better. Although they were knocked back, they were not badly hurt. But Jiang Zhenhai was already swaying, nearly falling from the void to the ground.

The enormous sect-protecting formation, the indestructible sect-protecting formation, the sect-protecting formation that had been like a protective talisman in their eyes, had actually been completely shattered at this moment, broken into pieces. Streams of spiritual qi shot out in every direction, throwing the entire Profound Wind Sect into chaos. Under the eruption of spiritual qi there was a ceaseless humming, and the place was already riddled with devastation.

A trace of despair flashed in Xuan Qingming’s eyes. Even the sect-protecting formation had been completely broken. They had lost their last fig leaf. What else could resist these terrifying people?

Xuan Qingming had no idea. His face was pale and bloodless. Although his injuries were not serious, his heart was under enormous pressure.

“Puff—”

In a fit of fury and anguish, Xuan Qingming also spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Is the Profound Wind Sect really going to be destroyed in my hands…”

“Master, you have to hold on. You’re the master of the Profound Wind Sect. You absolutely can’t fall.”

Yang Jian helped Xuan Qingming up and said in a deep voice.

“That’s right, Sect Master. If we fight to the death, there must still be a sliver of hope.”

Man Shuai had the air of a man ready to go to his death with heroism. He was not afraid to die. Falling together with the Profound Wind Sect filled his heart with boundless heroic spirit.

Xuan Qingming sighed and shook his head.

“Hard, hard, it’s so hard. The Profound Wind Sect is in peril.”

Xuan Qingming’s heart was as still as water. But now, even knowing he would surely die, he still had to stand up and fight one last desperate battle against the enemy, and Yang Jian and Man Shuai would share life and death with Xuan Qingming.

“The sect-protecting formation is broken. It’s really broken?”

“This is bad. The Profound Wind Sect is really going to fall. We can’t escape disaster either.”

“If we die, we die. Who can escape this calamity? Sigh. Even the Sect Master is fighting to the death. How could we be cowards who cling to life?”

Although countless disciples were starting to waver and panic was spreading, at this moment Xuan Qingming stirred their will. They did not know when this battle would end. Perhaps the moment it ended would be the day they died.

“Yang Jian, Man Shuai, follow me into battle. Let me see who dares run wild on my Profound Wind Sect’s territory.”

Xuan Qingming stepped to the peak of the void, faced the nine hurricanes and shouted in a deep voice,

“What demons are you? Show yourselves at once! You want to run wild in my Profound Wind Sect? Who exactly are you?”

“Hahaha, a bunch of fools courting death. You thought that by hiding like turtles inside your sect-protecting formation you could escape this calamity? Your so-called sect-protecting formation is nothing more than a fig leaf in my eyes. What else do you have to show now? Just the three of you? You want to protect the Profound Wind Sect? That’s a fool’s dream. A bunch of brats who don’t know the height of heaven or the depth of earth. Sigh, it seems that to wipe you out, I alone am enough.”

The black-robed youth at the head of them said with a sneer.

“What exactly do you want? How has our Profound Wind Sect offended you?”

Xuan Qingming felt the immense pressure the youth gave them as he showed himself. At this moment, the three of them were so oppressed that even speaking was extremely difficult. Their faces were pale and their bodies trembled.

“You all deserve to die. You never should have lived in this world in the first place. Death is your only destination. As for who we are, you aren’t qualified to know. Remember, you have no qualification whatsoever.”

The black-robed youth waved his hand, his expression calm, looking at Xuan Qingming and the others as if looking at ants.

Yang Jian and Man Shuai were both furious. This guy was bullying them beyond all limits, treating them as ants. This was a naked insult, utter contempt for them. Being disregarded like this enraged Yang Jian and Man Shuai. Over the years, their strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, and they had become true dragons among men. Yet in front of this black-robed youth, were they really unable to fight back at all? No matter how strong he was, they absolutely could not sit and wait for death.

“Master, in this battle, we’ll fight him to the death.”

Yang Jian roared and took the lead in attacking, charging straight at the black-robed youth. Xuan Qingming and Man Shuai did not hold back either. One Peak Divine King and two Half-step Hierarchs struck together at this moment like a thunderbolt, wind and thunder flashing. It could be called a fatal blow.

However, faced with the three men’s frenzied attack, the black-robed youth could not help sneering. With a casual palm, he knocked all three of them back. With a light wave of his hand, he left them seriously injured, sent flying backward, with no strength left to fight.

At that moment, the faces of Xuan Qingming and the other two were full of terror, and despair rose up in their hearts. So they had been wrong about everything. These people were so strong that they did not take them seriously at all. That feeling of holding the power of life and death left them at a loss. In this battle, they had fallen into complete despair. The enemy was so strong it was outrageous, utterly invincible.

“The Profound Wind Sect is really finished. Finished.”

Xuan Qingming’s face was ashen and his heart had completely died. Jiang Zhenhai gazed into the void, his eyes deeply forlorn. Was the Profound Wind Sect really finished? Little Chen, where on earth are you? If you were still here, surely the Profound Wind Sect wouldn’t be destroyed so easily?

Jiang Zhenhai sighed inwardly. Yang Jian and Man Shuai also looked at each other, their hearts filled with endless sorrow.

“If only Jiang Chen were here. Too bad there are no ifs.”

Man Shuai shook his head. He knew he was going to die, but he had received his Dao from the Profound Wind Sect. He could not avoid this battle. Knowing he was no match, he would still fight to the death to defend his sect. This was the belief he and Yang Jian shared.

“All of you have to die. Death is the true release for you. A mere Profound Wind Sect, I can destroy it with a single palm. Accept death’s judgment, you bunch of ants, hahaha!”

The black-robed youth rose with a flick of his sleeves. A fierce gale sprang up and swept outward, almost tearing the entire Profound Wind Sect out of the ground.

“If you want to touch the Profound Wind Sect, you’ll have to ask whether I agree first.”

A deep shout rang out above the Nine Heavens. That terrifying gale was blocked. A towering figure stood with arms folded, eyes like torches, standing in front of Xuan Qingming and the others.

“Who are you? You want to stop us? It seems you’re tired of living.”

The black-robed youth sneered.

“The Reverend of the Nine Boundaries, Zi Qingtian. The rise and fall of Linhe is my responsibility.”

Zi Qingtian said calmly. In the end, at that final moment, he had still resolutely stepped out of Ling Jue City. The Profound Wind Sect could not be destroyed!